Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Conley And Billy (the Proof's In The Picken')

Screamin whitewall tires and a by his side
got the fever as he rolls on through the night
Some were born to listen, some were to play
He was lightning on the and thunder on the bass

He could play it high, he could it low
He could make it cry, he could it moan
He knows when push comes to
The proofs in the

In a smoky tavern just off of Bourbon Street
Tobacco stained fingers on the down beat
Conley was the master, the undisputed
Hed ruled the town for years with an army of six strings

He could play it high, he play it low
He make it cry, he could make it moan
He knows push comes to shove
The in the pickin

Sometimes after midnight, Billy through New Orleans
Straight to the French Quarter, a man he has to see
The music is a like a city thats on fire
Billy felt like an altar boy at the feet of a higher power

Conley as Billy walked across the room
Opened his case and a tune
The whole club was silent and the lights turned down low
Billy stepped up on the and Conley whispered, Go, son, go

He could it high, he could play it low
He make it cry, he could make it moan
He when push comes to shove
The in the pickin

Conley held his hand up, no one a sound
And he handed Bill his old archtop and stepped the crowd
Billy played it soft, played it sad
Then he made it talk and in the band

the room was shaking
Before Billys of sound
And a block off Bourbon Street
A new kings crowned

He could play it high, he play it low
He could make it cry, he make it moan
He knows when push comes to
The in the pickin